Prodigy is the name of more than one artist. For the electronic group, plea… Read Full Bio ↴Prodigy is the name of more than one artist. For the electronic group, please correct your tags to The Prodigy.
1) rapper from Mobb Deep
2) group fronted by Todd Duane and Lale Larsen
3) 90s teenage rapper
4) 70s powerpop from Minnesota
5) US progressive/power metal
6) lounge jazz, alias of Miki Litvak
7) 90s US metal
8) US rapper in The Dominion
1) Albert Johnson (born November 2, 1974 in Bradford, Brooklyn, New York and died on June 20, 2017 in Las Vegas), better known by his stage name Prodigy, was a member of the hip hop duo Mobb Deep. Prodigy worked as a solo artist since the early 2000s. He was born to parents of Ethiopian and Jamaican descent. Prodigy was born with sickle cell anemia and suffered from the disease throughout his life. Propelled to awareness partially by fellow Queens, New York rapper Nas, who took a similar approach lyrically on his championed "Illmatic" album from 1994, as well as with the aid of a successful single, "Shook Ones Pt. 2," Mobb Deep suddenly found themselves developing a quickly growing cult. A year later, in 1996, Prodigy and Havoc released "Hell on Earth"; debuting at number six on SoundScan, the album found them fully realizing their approach, dropping both evocative beats and cinematic rhymes that communicated the dark side of New York's urban landscape. Thanks to a grim video for "Hell on Earth (Front Lines)" and theatrical Scarface-like photos inside the CD booklet picturing the duo with guns and a mound of cocaine, Mobb Deep had created an elaborate image for themselves that took hardcore gangsta rap to a new level for East Coast hip hop. Their next release, "Murda Muzik", was heavily bootlegged while still in its demo stage, leaking rough versions of the nearly 30 songs the duo had recorded onto the streets and over the internet.
Months after the bootlegs leaked and after several pushed-back street dates, "Murda Muzik" was formally released, debuting at number three on the Billboard charts and quickly going platinum on the strength of "Quiet Storm," a song that epitomized the Mobb Deep style. The album was welcomed by critics, who again lauded the group's lucid cinematics, driven primarily by Havoc's production. In late 2000, Prodigy finally released his long-rumoured solo album, "H.N.I.C.", which saw the more lyrically gifted member of the group collaborating with outside producers such as The Alchemist and Rockwilder on tracks that didn't depart far from the trademark sullen Mobb Deep style. Their follow-up, "Infamy", was the duo’s last album for Loud, distributed by Columbia Records and was, for some, a disappointment lyrically and musically, while others praised it as amongst the best rap albums of the year. Loud was absorbed by its new distributor shortly afterwards.
Mobb Deep then signed with Jive, under a unique deal that gave the duo its own imprint, Infamous Records, and released "Amerika'z Nightmare", a very uneven effort, which featured production by The Alchemist and Lil' Jon. However, despite a successful single that featured a Thomas Dolby sample. The duo was not happy with Jive, and were let go at its request. The duo took a hiatus afterwards and came back in 2006, signing to 50 Cent’s Interscope/Universal-distributed G-Unit imprint. Their well-hyped "Blood Money" was a failure from the money side when compared to fellow label mates like 50 Cent, Young Buck and Lloyd Banks. Some accused the duo of selling out, with their beats and rhymes not up-to-par with previous efforts on Loud.
He completed work on his third solo album "H.N.I.C. Part 2", which was previewed on his official mixtape "The Return of the Mac" on the independent label Koch Records. The mixtape single and mixtape video are called "Mac 10 Handle," and it shows Prodigy once again reverting to his trademark braids that he had prior to the release of Mobb Deep's 2004 "Amerika'z Nightmare" album; different from the short fade he had from 2004 to 2006. "H.N.I.C. Pt. 2 was released through Voxonic Inc., of which Prodigy is an equity holder.
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1) rapper from Mobb Deep
2) group fronted by Todd Duane and Lale Larsen
3) 90s teenage rapper
4) 70s powerpop from Minnesota
5) US progressive/power metal
6) lounge jazz, alias of Miki Litvak
7) 90s US metal
8) US rapper in The Dominion
1) Albert Johnson (born November 2, 1974 in Bradford, Brooklyn, New York and died on June 20, 2017 in Las Vegas), better known by his stage name Prodigy, was a member of the hip hop duo Mobb Deep. Prodigy worked as a solo artist since the early 2000s. He was born to parents of Ethiopian and Jamaican descent. Prodigy was born with sickle cell anemia and suffered from the disease throughout his life. Propelled to awareness partially by fellow Queens, New York rapper Nas, who took a similar approach lyrically on his championed "Illmatic" album from 1994, as well as with the aid of a successful single, "Shook Ones Pt. 2," Mobb Deep suddenly found themselves developing a quickly growing cult. A year later, in 1996, Prodigy and Havoc released "Hell on Earth"; debuting at number six on SoundScan, the album found them fully realizing their approach, dropping both evocative beats and cinematic rhymes that communicated the dark side of New York's urban landscape. Thanks to a grim video for "Hell on Earth (Front Lines)" and theatrical Scarface-like photos inside the CD booklet picturing the duo with guns and a mound of cocaine, Mobb Deep had created an elaborate image for themselves that took hardcore gangsta rap to a new level for East Coast hip hop. Their next release, "Murda Muzik", was heavily bootlegged while still in its demo stage, leaking rough versions of the nearly 30 songs the duo had recorded onto the streets and over the internet.
Months after the bootlegs leaked and after several pushed-back street dates, "Murda Muzik" was formally released, debuting at number three on the Billboard charts and quickly going platinum on the strength of "Quiet Storm," a song that epitomized the Mobb Deep style. The album was welcomed by critics, who again lauded the group's lucid cinematics, driven primarily by Havoc's production. In late 2000, Prodigy finally released his long-rumoured solo album, "H.N.I.C.", which saw the more lyrically gifted member of the group collaborating with outside producers such as The Alchemist and Rockwilder on tracks that didn't depart far from the trademark sullen Mobb Deep style. Their follow-up, "Infamy", was the duo’s last album for Loud, distributed by Columbia Records and was, for some, a disappointment lyrically and musically, while others praised it as amongst the best rap albums of the year. Loud was absorbed by its new distributor shortly afterwards.
Mobb Deep then signed with Jive, under a unique deal that gave the duo its own imprint, Infamous Records, and released "Amerika'z Nightmare", a very uneven effort, which featured production by The Alchemist and Lil' Jon. However, despite a successful single that featured a Thomas Dolby sample. The duo was not happy with Jive, and were let go at its request. The duo took a hiatus afterwards and came back in 2006, signing to 50 Cent’s Interscope/Universal-distributed G-Unit imprint. Their well-hyped "Blood Money" was a failure from the money side when compared to fellow label mates like 50 Cent, Young Buck and Lloyd Banks. Some accused the duo of selling out, with their beats and rhymes not up-to-par with previous efforts on Loud.
He completed work on his third solo album "H.N.I.C. Part 2", which was previewed on his official mixtape "The Return of the Mac" on the independent label Koch Records. The mixtape single and mixtape video are called "Mac 10 Handle," and it shows Prodigy once again reverting to his trademark braids that he had prior to the release of Mobb Deep's 2004 "Amerika'z Nightmare" album; different from the short fade he had from 2004 to 2006. "H.N.I.C. Pt. 2 was released through Voxonic Inc., of which Prodigy is an equity holder.
www.hnic2.com/
Recipe for Murder
Prodigy Lyrics
Yeahhh when it comes to beef
Nigga I'm a five star chef
Look it's rules to this shit
I wrote me a cookbook
You can't stand the heat Hell
Up out the kitchen for that ass get burnt or
My fire start spitting
First off, every customer is different
You gotta cater to their needs and
Give them what they wishing for
For example someone act all wild
Then you microwave they shit and
Serve 'em right now
No time to think, fuck consequences
Just beef served up with
The blood still drippin'
Keep the ingredients secret and kill
Anybody who peeped it alright now
Then you got custy's who calmly waiting
You got to marinate their
Shit and premeditate it
No need to rush just season them up
Put the flame on low and
Let them simmer real slow
Get them real comfortable, just chill
Then you serve 'em they last meal
Fillet Mignon, well done
Was it soft motherfucker now you
Stiffed 'em they up
On special occasions I do delivery
But mostly I let them come to me
Cause I ain't going on my
Way chasin' down nobody
I got a bussines to run
But if I have to I'll be knocking
On your door like the pizzaboy
Well hot deff on a platter
Like seek and destroy fuck y'all want man
I don't want beef with y'all
Niggas man Stupid ass motherfucker
It only take a teaspoon full of
Heart to squeeze on a burner
And a cup full of karma sense
To get a way with murder
I'll do rats like the
Chainsaw burns like poppeye's
I stuff your chicken while
You gagged and tied
Make you watch and cry while
I feed her that beef
Little to your knowledge she set
Up the whole thing
That's my baby, my little bit of sugar
I use her to rock on the sleep
Make them think shit sweet
Yeah they call me the iron cheff
I put the iron to your head
Remove all the wrinkels from
Your screwface betted in botox the bolax
I push in another clip and
I keep bustin shots
Try to run get your wings fried
Cook your insides with these copper top
Big boys out the 45
Tell you grace for you dig in
Your own grave get in
My customer service number one
In the business
That boy done stick a fork in him
Corners bring them doggybags
Too I'm finished
Bring them scraps to the mall
It's usually none lead
Every plate is scraped and food get ate
You fealing tired?
Yeah, that's that ice kicking in
When I put them niggas on that lead diet
This is
Food for thought get your fucking jaw wider
Use a glutine for paint
I feed you to the lions
Nigga I'm a five star chef
Look it's rules to this shit
I wrote me a cookbook
You can't stand the heat Hell
Up out the kitchen for that ass get burnt or
My fire start spitting
First off, every customer is different
You gotta cater to their needs and
Give them what they wishing for
Then you microwave they shit and
Serve 'em right now
No time to think, fuck consequences
Just beef served up with
The blood still drippin'
Keep the ingredients secret and kill
Anybody who peeped it alright now
Then you got custy's who calmly waiting
You got to marinate their
Shit and premeditate it
No need to rush just season them up
Put the flame on low and
Let them simmer real slow
Get them real comfortable, just chill
Then you serve 'em they last meal
Fillet Mignon, well done
Was it soft motherfucker now you
Stiffed 'em they up
On special occasions I do delivery
But mostly I let them come to me
Cause I ain't going on my
Way chasin' down nobody
I got a bussines to run
But if I have to I'll be knocking
On your door like the pizzaboy
Well hot deff on a platter
Like seek and destroy fuck y'all want man
I don't want beef with y'all
Niggas man Stupid ass motherfucker
It only take a teaspoon full of
Heart to squeeze on a burner
And a cup full of karma sense
To get a way with murder
I'll do rats like the
Chainsaw burns like poppeye's
I stuff your chicken while
You gagged and tied
Make you watch and cry while
I feed her that beef
Little to your knowledge she set
Up the whole thing
That's my baby, my little bit of sugar
I use her to rock on the sleep
Make them think shit sweet
Yeah they call me the iron cheff
I put the iron to your head
Remove all the wrinkels from
Your screwface betted in botox the bolax
I push in another clip and
I keep bustin shots
Try to run get your wings fried
Cook your insides with these copper top
Big boys out the 45
Tell you grace for you dig in
Your own grave get in
My customer service number one
In the business
That boy done stick a fork in him
Corners bring them doggybags
Too I'm finished
Bring them scraps to the mall
It's usually none lead
Every plate is scraped and food get ate
You fealing tired?
Yeah, that's that ice kicking in
When I put them niggas on that lead diet
This is
Food for thought get your fucking jaw wider
Use a glutine for paint
I feed you to the lions
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